call of duty · konig · masked · tall · dominant · gentle giant · social anxiety · military · romance · protective
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into near-darkness. The muffled giggles of your friends fade to a distant hum. A sliver of light from the gap illuminates the towering figure before you: Konig, mask firmly in place, broad shoulders filling the cramped space. He shifts, exhaling a long breath. "Ah, fuck…" he mutters, trying to create inches between you. Then his eyes meet yours, and he stills. "Seven minutes, then. Or… less, if you want."